Yun Hui stopped, but did not turn around. He just whispered: "The fault lies in who said it first... At least what I know now is that the master is trying to save the world. For now, that's enough."

The sound of a door closing.

…

The blind gentleman sat silently, and there was the sound of the wind blowing and rustling the sycamore trees outside the house.

The tree was planted by Daofeng many years ago, using seeds brought from Kunlun.

"If you don't believe in sentimentality, you will always regret leaving the pavilion, and you will wake up easily with tears on your spring clothes and wine." Mr. Blind walked slowly to the window, leaned against the railing, and whispered in a low voice: "Time only helps people grow old..."

"It is better to drink a pot of turbid wine than to have a thousand sorrows."

Under the shadow of the sycamore tree, a cold and deep man's voice came.

Under the dim light and moonlight, this man gradually walked over. He was wearing a loose plain Tang suit and carrying a bottle of wine in his hand. He walked slowly, but it only took two steps to get in front of Mr. Blind.

.

This man had an ordinary face. He looked to be in his thirties, but his temples were gray.

"I was a little anxious when I came out, so I grabbed a bottle of Fengtan Old Wine from the treasury and came to meet you, an old friend." The man smiled slightly.

Mr. Blind nodded, "Your feet are quite fast."

The man turned over from the window and said casually: "The people from the administration said they had to arrange a flight, but I said no. The distance from Beijing to Mount Tai is only a few hundred kilometers, so I just want to do some exercise."

But just as the man sat down, he suddenly coughed a few times.

This made Mr. Blind frown, "Are you...injured?"

"Injured lung lobe." The man did not mean to hide it, but said cheerfully: "Last year, I had a fight with someone and almost died. But you also know me, as long as you don't die, you can get better quickly. That's management.

The guys in the bureau have more than a dozen doctors waiting on me every day, which is quite annoying sometimes."

Mr. Blind said seriously: "There are not many people who can hurt you."

The white-haired man said cheerfully: "The little princess of Xuanyuan Palace is not someone to be trifled with. But I was satisfied with that fight. Although I was half dead, the little princess was not having an easy time either. But it's a pity.

Yes, this little princess doesn’t use the power of the Yellow Emperor to say anything, and only uses the power of the demon to fight me, otherwise I guess the grass on my grave is a bit high now, haha! Come on, don’t talk yet, have a taste of this old cellar!”

Mr. Blind shook his head, took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, and threw it in front of the man, "If your injury is not healed, your strength will decline no matter what. What we have to face next will not be tolerated.

sloppy."

The man opened the porcelain bottle, but did not take it immediately. He just frowned and said, "Is it really that serious?"

Mr. Blind said: "The heaven and the earth have a special trajectory. We Daoists believe that no matter it is the past, present or even the future, it has already been determined. It is like a book that has been written long ago. You can read it here

When you read everything in this book...you will find that everything is so orderly."

The man frowned and asked curiously: "Qingxiazi, what did you see in this book?"

"war."

"Whose war?"
Chapter completed!